– After “Final Portrait of Charles and Holly Wright” Photographed by Holly Wright
My pillow is forever furrowed by worry,
so it folds under wild hair.
His lie flat, tufts of hair to
sweat beads on his forehead.
His elbows carve holes into the quilted comforter covering a clean set of sheets,
belt remains clenched to torso and blue ink pen engraves his chest.
My hands pursed together, I let my fingernails prod the blue veins of my hands,
my necklace neatly arranged under my day clothing.
Creased leather work shoes meet the end of our bed.
Heeled ankles cross and remain in bliss above the flowered quilt.
Our bed, our lives,
our sleepless nights, our pencil skirt and pleated pants.
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